Well, Remi seemed determined to convince him he was satisfied. Sam recognised the signs of wanting someone to leave (because he had frequently gone through those motions himself) and would not push any more. There would always be a next time, he supposed, with their shops being so close.
"Well. Thank you, then." He took the ink and walked to the door, pushed it a crack open then looked back. "I will see you later. Remember: Only next door."
Samuel
So now I'm free of this
Get these shackles off my wrists
And show me something, show me anybody please
And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
Get these shackles off my wrists
And show me something, show me anybody please
And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
